[Hadratta] King Bazel was holding a routine meeting in the royal palace to discuss this year's tax issues. He soon received a report from his servants - Archbishop Nord was outside the palace and wanted to see him about something very urgent.

Before King Basil could reply, Harold smiled and said.

"It seems that this war has come to an end! Where is Grand Duke Kliman? Didn't he come back with us? Could he still be strangling those hidden miners in the Earldom?"

At this point, Harold turned around triumphantly and looked at his brother Hattar. He wanted to see the helpless and angry expression on the other's face, but unexpectedly found that Hattar also had a smile on his face, as if congratulating him on becoming the next king.

The servant lowered his head and did not respond to Harold's question.

"Please let the person in." Basel said in a deep voice. He had keenly realized from the servant's reaction that things might not be that simple.

The palace door opened quickly, and Archbishop Nord walked into the hall quickly, with a look of fear on his face. Along with him came more than 20 knights with patchy armor and covered in dust and blood...

This time, even Harold, who was slow to realize it, realized that something was wrong.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, what exactly happened? Is the situation on the front line unfavorable?" Harold asked anxiously.

The worst scenario he could imagine was that Archduke Rickman was ambushed by the miners and suffered heavy losses, and then the archbishop ran back to the palace to seek support...

"There is no front line now, Your Highness Harold! Grand Duke Climan is dead, and several marquises and earls were unable to escape. I'm afraid there are only a few of us left to fight against more than 10,000 miners!" Nord shook his head bitterly.

When Kleeman fell off his horse, he was right beside him. After hesitating for a second between rescuing him and protecting himself and bringing the information back to the capital, Nord decisively chose the latter! After all, this news was too important! Kleeman dead? All 15,000 elite troops were wiped out? Hearing these two pieces of news, Harold's mind went blank and he almost fainted.

The nobles present were also shocked and in disbelief, and almost suspected that the bishop was joking with them.

For this battle for the crown prince, the eldest prince's followers brought out all their might. In addition to more than 10,000 private soldiers and 2,000 cavalry, they also had the help of church priests and bishops.

When these people gathered outside the royal capital before, everyone was a little worried that the other side might suddenly turn their guns on them and stage a palace coup.

Who else can destroy such a powerful army?

Even King Bazel, who was sitting on the throne, couldn't help but stand up, his eyes wide open, looking at Nord and the knights below like a lion.

"You must be lying, this is impossible!" Harold's eyes were red, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Nord's collar tightly, and roared hoarsely. "Those lowly slaves holding hoes and mining drafts can never defeat my personal army even if they use the most despicable and despicable means!"

"I'm sorry, but that's the fact, Your Highness Harold..." Nord struggled to break free from Harold's restraints, and then, under the gaze of everyone, he recounted word for word what happened on the battlefield a few days ago.

Although they managed to escape from the battlefield, the hellish scene was engraved in their hearts, so when they described it, they inevitably exaggerated it a bit.

For example, when they were charging, a large group of well-equipped regular troops suddenly jumped out from the ragged miners, holding extremely powerful magical weapons in their hands, which seemed to be able to control the power of thunder and fire.

They only heard thunderous noises, and their companions fell down in rows like wheat being cut...

The rain of fire that filled the sky was even more terrifying, just like the fire of hell in the endless abyss in the Bible. Once you are infected, it will be like a maggot in your tarsal bones, burning you to ashes...

The story told by Nord and the twenty-odd knights made everyone present shudder, but doubts followed! "Archbishop Nord, you just said that the group of rebels that suddenly appeared numbered thousands, and each of them had a magical weapon? I'm afraid that the number of evil god believers hiding underground may not be that large even if they are added together!" A noble of the kingdom questioned.

Although there are rumors that those wizards have been bewitched by the devil and evil gods and possess powers that are unimaginable to ordinary people, and it is not surprising that they do terrible things, they are not a group of fools who are easily fooled.

Even some nobles had some private contacts with wizards who mastered magical powers, and could clearly distinguish between alchemical items and magic.

Moreover, no matter how powerful a wizard is, he has his limits. How is it possible for him to cast spells continuously for more than ten minutes without stopping?

The voices of doubt continued, even intensifying, but there was a hint of panic in each of these voices, because they were unwilling to believe that this was true, so it could only be a lie!

"I swear to the Lord that everything I said is true and there is absolutely no lie!" Nord's roar was deafening, suppressing all the questioning voices in the hall.

A clergyman is willing to swear in the name of God, which means that he can't be lying! Nord's angry words shattered the last fantasy of the people... This means that their enemies have destroyed nearly half of the kingdom's elite troops led by Duke Kliman with a nearly complete victory! The whole hall fell into a deathly silence, and the fear spread like a plague in the hall. Kliman and so many elite troops were defeated and annihilated. If the enemy came to the capital, wouldn't they have no choice but to be killed? Harold was even more devastated. He stood stiffly in the hall. His personal soldiers and supporters were killed and wounded in this war. He knew that he was finished...

King Bazel's face was also pale. He staggered and fell on the throne behind him, making people suspect that he would faint in the next moment.

"Your Majesty!"

The servants on both sides wanted to step forward to help but were stopped by Basel's wave of his hand. He forced himself to look at Nord with a trembling body and said in a trembling voice.

"What about Cardinal Anruk? Has he heard the news?"

(End of this chapter)